This was Johnny in his element, playing the songs that he'd helped to inspire. He'd mourned for months when the Man in Black died, and he'd even taken his name from the man himself.
Jenny was content to play backup, mostly because she couldn't sing that low. It made her happy to see the stress melt off his face after dealing with guys in suits all day who'd never done anything creative in their lives.
"Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go...I owe my soul to the company store." He played the final chords and let the final note die away, glancing up as the crowd broke out into applause. He grinned broadly and bowed, as much as could from a seated position. "Thanks very much," he said. "It's so nice to be here, I'm Johnny, and this is my sister Jenny." Jenny waved from her stool. "Our lovely friend"-he gestured to Euterpe-"told us we had to come out here tonight, and we're glad that we did."